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cherrynwinesk · 9 months

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Sino estas muy ocupada podría solicitar un fic para Quackity?

Quackity a comentado que el es muy pendejo para bailar y me dio la idea donde lectora y quackity van al antro o fiesta de creadores y lectora se la pasa bailando con sus amigos mientras el se queda parado solo mirando (como yo, que me la paso bailando y no me pueden quitar de la pista de baile asta el final jajaja). Después de un rato lectora tara de animarlo para que baile con ella, finalmente sede el y se la pasan bien juntos. Para darle un poco mas sabor Quackity y lectora son amigos al principio pero tienes algo de tension, el no la puede dejar de ver como baila tan libremente y se enamora mas. Se pone re contra nervioso cundo le pides a bailar y al final puedes decidir como terminan juntos. Puedes cambiar lo que quieras de la solicitud sólo quería dejar esta idea que a estado viviendo en mi cabeza por un rato

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🍒:Yooo! Perdón la tardanza, esto fue uno de los borradores que me elimino Tumblr

Baila conmigo ~ Quackity

Género de historia/escrito: sfw / soft

Idioma: Español / Spanish

⚠️: Alcohol, ambiente de fiesta

CC's: Quackity

Género de lector: Lector Femenino

📝: Todo el contenido es ficticio y se intenta adaptar la personalidad PÚBLICA de los cc's, es decir, la personalidad que se muestra ante camaras, no conozco la verdadera personalidad y cualquier parecido con la realidad es mera coincidencia.

🍒: Hola, las peticiones para todo tipo de escritos como escenarios o fics siempre están abiertas, puedes pedir de cualquier creador de contenido y el tipo de escrito, pregunta sin miedo c:

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Así que Ari y Ama organizaron una fiesta para varios streamers, con la única intención de desestresarse y verse entre si después de algún tiempo. Obviamente fuiste invitada y de inmediato aceptaste a la invitación de Ama.

No era una fiesta formal pero tampoco querías ir tan desarreglada o darle menos importancia a tu presentación solo por ser una fiesta sin propósito. Por lo que buscaste un outfit por todo internet, incluso saliste a algunas tiendas físicas.

Terminaste con unos shorts de vestir y un saco a juego en azul marino, y optaste por una camisa negra debajo. Te encantaba bailar, así que solo fuiste en algunos tenis o zapatos deportivos para más comodidad.

La mayoría de tus amigos irían así que estabas emocionada, solo no sabías del paradero de una persona; Quackity. Ese amigo con el que normalmente jugabas mientras él estaba offstream pero que por alguna extraña razón nunca sabías en dónde estaba metido. Terminaste por mandarle algunos mensajes para preguntar si vendría; solo recibiste "No, no creo, es que tengo muchas cosas que hacer" después de días.

No esperabas una respuesta positiva, de todos modos.

Para el sábado en la noche ya te encontrabas saludando gente en el lugar, había muchas personas, algunas ni siquiera las conocías, conocidos de conocidos tal vez. Te la pasaste platicando de la vida con todos tus amigos mientras tomaban un poco.

Después de una hora llego Roier a la mesa donde estabas con tus amigos. "Adivinen a quien me encontré" y atrás de él venía Quackity, y todos en la mesa comenzaron a molestarlo "él que iba a estar muy ocupado" "no que mucho trabajo"

Quackity ni siquiera hizo caso a lo que los demás decían, fue directamente a saludarte, te paraste de tu asiento para saludarlo también y este te abrazo, nunca te había saludado con un abrazo, te sorprendió pero no dijiste nada. Se sentó con todos y le ofrecieron algo para tomar, hablando de próximos proyectos para stremear y unos cuantos chismes de gente también presente en la fiesta, pero tú lo que querías era bailar ya!

-Vamos abrir pista—dijiste a todos pero nadie se animaba, Ari al ver que nadie siguió tu plan, se levantó y te llevo a ti y a varias chicas para que hubiera más personas en la pista de baile y la demás gente se animará, entre todas creando un buen ambiente, con "Lokera" de Rauw Alejandro de fondo comenzaron a bailar sin pena alguna.

Con esto más gente empezó a unirse a la pista bailando también, y eras tú quien destacaba en la pista, irradiabas tanta energía mientras bailabas, las personas se acercaban a ti para que pudieras compartirles esta energía que tenías, quitarles la pena de bailar e incluso querer bailar contigo directamente, todos en la pista hasta el punto en que todas las mesas estaban solas.

La mesa en la que te encontrabas anteriormente no estaba del todo sola, Quackity quien se había negado a pararse de su silla, seguía bebiendo de su vaso rojo y mirando el espectáculo frente a él. En realidad mirándote más a ti, siendo tu el centro de atención por tu vibra cualquiera estaría viéndote, pero en la mente de Quackity todo era diferente, no pensaba exactamente en tu habilidad para bailar, sino que estaba en un pequeño trans, creía que te veías muy bonita en ese saco azul, se sentía un poco diferente hoy, estaba un poco perdido en sus pensamientos.

Desde la pista lograste verlo sentado y solo, de inmediato tomaste camino en su dirección.

Quackity te veía a lo lejos ir en su dirección, pero su mente estaba pensando en ti, no sabía exactamente cuando comenzó a recordar los momentos que paso contigo, hablando algunas veces por discord, la forma en la que siempre lo hacías reír con tus ocurrencias.

-Vamos, levántate —llegaste a él y estiraste tu mano para que se levantará, Quackity solo miro hacía arriba desde su asiento

-No! Aquí estoy bien —incluso impresionado de la forma en la que atraes a tantas personas con tu escencia, viendo tu mano y sintiendo la necesidad de ir contigo

-Quackity, baila conmigo... Por favor!

Quackity hizo caso a tu pedido y tomo tu mano para que lo guiaras, recién la música cambio a "Ojitos lindos" de Bad Bunny. La pista de baile no era nada más que bailes lentos y todos cantando la canción, algunos cantando a sus parejas y otros solo por disfrutar la música.

"Hace tiempo que no agarro a nadie de la mano

Hace tiempo que no envío 'buenos días, te amo'

Pero tú me tienes enredado

Me envolví, iba por mi camino y me perdí

Mi mirada cambio cuando tus ojos ví"

Mientras bailaba seguía mirándote, ahora se sentía nervioso de estar a tu lado, su mente estaba llena de las veces que se encontraron en otro país por algún evento y fuiste tú quien pidió indicaciones, la forma en la que no tenías miedo de decirle al mesero que hubo una equivocacion en tu comida. Le gustaba mucho en como era la vida ante tus ojos, justo ahora viéndote ir en su dirección se daba cuenta de lo hermosa que eras también. Recién dándose cuenta de la encantadora persona que eras, que eras alguien que no se encontraba fácil.

"Vamos a bailar 200 canciones

Nadie me pone como tú me pones"

Quackity llevaba tiempo sintiéndose solo, sobrecargado de trabajo para no caer en la locura, en realidad nunca se había dado cuenta de que tú compañía siempre había sido primordial para su salud mental, siempre haciéndolo sentir tranquilo, sacarle sonrisas y olvidar todos sus problemas por un momento, que las veces que se vieron en el pasado fuiste una recarga de energía, aprendiendo de ti y como afrontar las pequeñas cosas de la vida sin necesidad de hundirse en la preocupación.

"Yo le hablo a Dios y tú eres su respuesta

Aprendí que los momentos lindos nunca cuestan

Cómo cuando me regalas tu mirada

Y el sol su puesta"

Pasando un par de horas de la media noche, la gente comenzaba a irse, tu cansada de bailar tanto tiempo también decidiste irte a tu casa, en voz alta avisaste a tus amigos que también te irías.

"Oye, quieres que te lleve?, Ya es muy tarde para que andes sola"

Aceptaste porque estabas cansada y te sentías mas segura con él. Se despidieron de todos y salieron al estacionamiento, subieron a su camioneta y tomaron camino a tu casa.

Mientras el conducía, seguiste cantando usando tu celular como micrófono aún ambientada por la fiesta y él solo seguía moviendo su cabeza al ritmo de la canción y tarareando. Quackity echaba vistazos a tu dirección, mirando como fingías ser una cantante apasionada, dejándose escapar sonrisas por tus acciones, te veías tan linda siendo tú, y se sentía tan agradecido que te sintieras cómoda con él para ser tu misma.

"Antes de que salga el sol, hunde el acelerador

Que vaya sin frenos y pierda el control

Nada más seremos dos, tu y yo acariciandonos

En medio del tiempo sin decir adiós.

Y solo mírame con esos ojitos lindos

Que con eso yo estoy bien

He vuelto a nacer"

Al llegar a tu casa Quackity bajo contigo para despedirse, aun que era verano, la noche tenía una brisa fresca.

Fuera de tu casa, le agradeciste por traerte y como siempre para él no fue nada. Quedándose unos segundos en silencio mirando lo oscuro del cielo, decidiste entrar ya -Te dejo para que vayas a descansar — así como cuando se saludaron, Quackity se despidió de ti abrazándote, quedando unos segundos unidos hasta que lentamente empezó a alejarse.

Antes de poder soltarte por completo Quackity llevo sus manos a tus mejillas y bajo su hasta tu altura, plantando sus labios con los tuyos en un beso rápido, soltó tus mejillas y se dirigió a su camioneta dejandote en shock.

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useless-catalanfacts · 2 months

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Il video "Estrès lingüístic: què ens passa als catalanoparlants?" è molto interessante e mi ha fatto pensare!! forse c'è un'altra tappa, quella di non voler parlare se non si sa bene la propria lingua, ahaha! (io col siciliano...). Questo blog forse è un po' un esempio del principio di "smettere di parlare catalano appena qualcuno dice che non lo parla", mentre invece molte persone potrebbero usare un traduttore automatico per leggere dei post scritti in catalano al posto che in inglese... comunque in ogni caso non vi giudico minimamente, capisco quanto può essere difficile... buona sera e tanti abbracci!

Gràcies pel missatge! Tens tota la raó. En el cas del vídeo, crec que no han posat el cas de tenir dubtes o tenir por de parlar-lo malament perquè anava dirigit més aviat als parlants habituals, però tens tota la raó i aquí també ens passa que hi ha molta gent (sobretot gent que ha vingut a viure aquí ja de més grans) que l'entenen i el podrien parlar bé però no s'hi atreveixen per por de fer algun error. Fa uns anys teníem una campanya a la televisió justament per aquest cas:

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La cançó diu: "parla sense vergonya, parla amb llibertat. I si m'equivoco, torno a començar". Durant aquesta campanya, a moltes botigues o establiments comercials hi havia enganxines de la Queta (aquesta boca mecànica) per recordar a la gent que allà poden parlar sense por a equivocar-se, que no se'ls jutja.

També m'agrada un cartell irlandès que vaig veure una vegada: "el millor irlandès és l'irlandès que es parla". Sempre val més parlar-lo amb errors que no pas no parlar-lo.

També ens passa sobretot a l'escriure. Per exemple, la meva àvia ha parlat sempre en català però quan s'escriu per WhatsApp amb les seves amigues amb les que sempre ha parlat en català, s'escriuen en castellà. La gent gran ho fa molt, perquè quan van anar a l'escola estava prohibit el català i només els van ensenyar a escriure en castellà, i ara els fa vergonya escriure malament el català.

En el cas d'aquest blog, considero que és diferent perquè el vaig crear amb l'objectiu d'explicar la cultura catalana a la resta del món. Si l'hagués fet dirigit a gent d'aquí, l'hauria fet en català sens dubte. Si l'hagués fet dirigit a persones d'altres països on s'hi parlen llengües romàniques, potser també, perquè em sembla que moltes paraules es poden entendre suficientment, o com a mínim és interessant intentar-ho. Però al dirigir-me sobretot a gent que ve de qualsevol idioma, crec que a la gent li pot interessar si ho troben fàcil de llegir, però no crec que hi hagi gaires persones a qui els interessi prou com per anar a traduir els posts ells mateixos (per això em va fer especialment il·lusió quan tu em vas dir que sí ho fas :D). A més, el Tumblr encara no té el botó de "traduir post", com sí que tenen Twitter, Instagram o altres xarxes socials... Això segur que animaria molta gent a penjar en les seves llengües.

Me n'alegro que t'hagi semblat interessant el vídeo :) i ànims amb el sicilià!

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nekoannie-chan · 1 year

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Annie’s 1K Kitties Writing Challenge

Hi everyone! I’ve been on Tumblr since 2007, and finally, I reached 1K followers, so I wanna celebrate it with my second challenge hosted.

English and/or Spanish speakers can join, I wrote the guidelines in both languages (first in English, then in Spanish), and after the guidelines are the prompts you can choose. Please, read the guidelines carefully.

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¡Hola! He estado en Tumblr desde 2007 y finalmente llegué a 1K de seguidores, por lo que quiero celebrándolo con mi segundo reto de escritura.

Personas que hablan español e/o inglés pueden participar, escribí las reglas en ambos idiomas (primero en inglés y luego en español) después de las reglas están las frases. Por favor, lee con cuidado las reglas.

English/Inglés

This time the dynamic is different from the previous challenge. So read carefully the guidelines.

Here are the guidelines/rules:

💜 You don’t have to follow me but I’d appreciate it.

💜 Please reblog this post.

💜 Send me an ask with the prompt and the character you choose.

💜 Please, no Real Person Fics and no social media AU.

💜 No underage characters, pedo, underage, bestiality, incest, A/B/O.

💜 One prompt per person (first come, first served). In case all were taken I have more to add. Prompts are below the cut.

💜 Min 500 words, no max but if it’s more than 4000 words make it a series, and please use ‘Read More’.

💜 Reader insert only.

💜 Must be posted on Tumblr.

⁎⁎If you also post it on AO3 and/or Wattpad and/or ffnet, let me know to add it to a collection, read it and comment it⁎⁎

💜 Drabbles, one-shots or series are fine, but can’t be part of previously published or existing series.

💜 If you write smut or dark fic, the writer must be +18.

💜 If you have any questions, don’t hesitate to ask me.

💜 In Author’s note put the prompt you chose, please.

💜 Tag all the warnings and triggers.

💜 If I don’t comment and reblog your fic in 48 hours, send me a message, sometimes dumblr doesn’t notify me, and I’ll add your entry to a masterlist.

💜 Deadline: March 18th, 2023.

💜 Tag me when you post it and use the tags #Annie’s 1K Kitties Writing Challenge.

💜 The steps are following:

Choose the character from the list (5 people per character)

Choose a prompt from option A (the dialogues are bold), or from option B or option C. ⁎One person per prompt⁎

⁎⁎If you choose a prompt from option B, I will answer your ask with a song (it maybe be in a language different from English) ⁎⁎

Español/Spanish

Esta vez la dinámica es diferente respecto al reto anterior. Así que lee cuidadosamente las reglas.

Las reglas son las siguientes:

💜 No tienes que seguirme, pero lo apreciaría.

💜 Por favor rebloguea esta entrada.

💜 Mándame una “pregunta” con el personaje y la frase que elegiste.

💜 No fics con personas reales o actores ni social media AU.

💜 No personajes menores de edad, pedo, menores de edad, bestiality, incesto A/B/O.

💜 Una frase por persona (quien primero llega, primero elije). Creo que hay suficiente, pero sino, aún tengo frases para agregar. Las frases están después del corte.

💜 Mínimo 500 palabras, no hay máximo, pero si es de más de 4000 palabras, hazla serie y por favor usa “Seguir Leyendo”

💜 Únicamente que sea por lectora o lector.

💜 Deberá de ser publicado en Tumblr.

⁎⁎Si lo publicas en AO3, Wattpar y/o ffnet, dime para poder agregarlo a una colección, leerlo y comentar.⁎⁎

💜 Drabbles, one-shots o series están bien, si es una serie, que sea el primer capítulo y etiquétame en todos los subsecuentes.

💜 Si se quiere hacer un Smut o dark fics, el escritor debe ser de +18.

💜 Si tienes alguna pregunta, no dudes en preguntarme.

💜 En la nota de autor pon la canción que elegiste.

💜 Etiqueta todas las advertencias.

💜 De preferencia escríbelo en inglés (o en ambos idiomas si gustas) para que más personas lo puedan disfrutar; si tienes algún problema con el idioma, puedo ayudarte aunque me tardaría un poco, ya que también estoy haciendo varias cosas en la vida real.

💜 Si no comento y reblogueo tu fic en 48 horas, mándame un mensaje, a veces dumblr no me notifica, tu fic será agregado a una masterlist.

💜 Fecha límite: 18 de marzo 2023.

💜 Cuando postees tu entrada etiquétame y usa las etiquetas #Annie’s 1K Kitties Writing Challenge.

💜 Los pasos a seguir son los siguientes:

Elige a tu personaje (únicamente 5 personas por personaje):

Elige alguna frase de la opción A (las que están resaltadas, son diálogos) o de la opción B o de la opción C. ⁎Una persona por frase⁎

⁎⁎Si eliges una frase de la opción B, responderé a tu “pregunta” con una canción (puede estar en un idioma diferente al español).⁎⁎

Prompts and characters are below the cut!

Characters:

✬ Brock Rumlow (2/5)

✬ Ororo Munroe (0/5)

✬ Lorna Dane (1/5)

✬ Clarice Fong/Ferguson (0/5)

✬ Ana/Satana Helstrom (0/5)

✬ Logan Howlett (1/5)

✬ John Proudstar (0/5)

✬ Steve Rogers (5/5)

✬ Michael Morbius (1/5)

✬ Janet van Dyne (0/5)

✬ Johnny Storm (0/5)

✬ Dottie Underwood (1/5)

✬ Sue Storm (0/5)

✬ Jack Rollins (1/5)

✬ Nico Minoru (0/5)

Option A:

1. “You can’t make me forget you.”

2. “All right, don’t call me ‘sweetie’. You can’t hold a person prisoner and then call them ‘sweetie’!”

3. “I’m not evil or anything.”

“I’ve heard that one before.”

4. “In case you didn’t get the memo. I’m not one of the good guys anymore.” @saiyanprincessswanie

5. “Wrong things done for the right reasons still the wrong thing.”

6. “Don’t worry. We had safe sex. A lot of safe sex.” @nana1000night

7. “We kick evil’s ass every day.”

“Sometimes twice a day.”

8. “We may not be murderers, but we’re no angels either.” @azulatodoryuga

9. “Believe me, everything will be different now.” @unnuevosoltransformalarealidad

10. “This whole family needs a shrink.”

11. “Just because I protect the innocent doesn’t mean I have to be innocent all of the time.” @sweeterthanthis

12. “I have enough to do without worrying about who you’re torturing in the attic!”

13. “Everything happens for a reason, remember, you told me that.” @there-goes-thefighter

14. “Have you gone crazy again?”

15. “Don’t worry. We’ll be safe here.”

“Don’t say that. In horror movies, the people that say that are always the next to die.”

16. “This is crazy. You can’t leave like this.”

17. “Is there something that we don’t know… that we should know… you know?”

18. “Innocents and alleys, don’t they ever learn?”

19. “We sure did miss a lot when we were dead.”

20. “We could sure use some cosmic help right about now.”

21. “Yeah, well, rules are meant to be broken.”

“Yeah, but bodies weren’t.”

“And neither were hearts.” @galatially

22. “Silly Witches. Tricks are for kids.”

23. “Don’t you think you’re being a little paranoid? “ @ghostofskywalker

24. “Everyone’s treating me so differently. I’m still me. There’s just a whole lot more of me going on.” @delorita

25. “Did you get my flowers?”

“Yeah. ‘Sorry, I tried to strangle you’, probably not a card the florist gets to write every day.” @azulatodoryuga

Option B:

1. 'Cause, I feel like I'm the worst, so, I always act like I'm the best.

2. Six months passed and you said goodbye to me.

3. I don't belong to anyone. I guess you could say that my life's a mess

4. Your hands still shake if you hear me talk.

5. Underneath it all, we’re just savages.

6. Don't you hear me when I say I'm lonely?

7. I would have the courage to walk up to you and ask you your name.

8. You’ve stolen my innocence through all your shams

9. Do not need a reason for you to return to me.

10. That everything can happen to you and suddenly you’re very lonely.

11. Love one another, live for each other.

12. You’re the one that I need, I’m the one you loathe.

13. I know that it's already late and I’m sorry our love ends.

14. That's because I'm afraid of getting hurt. @azulatodoryuga

15. Somebody save me and answer my please.

16. You never told me what it was that made you strong

17. And I kept it for me.

18. I’ve lost my dreams and my love, lashed by the rain.

19. Your face is like a melody.

20. And everything is perfect when I feel you.

21. As every night I woke up thinking of you

22. Why is it so painful to touch you?

23. I’m breaking my heart.

24. Save yourself and let them suffer.

25. Am I no longer in your heart now?

Option C:

1. “I can't change what I've done, but I can start trying to be a better person today.”

2. “Failure is not an option.”

3. “It’s Halloween, I guess everyone entitled to one good scare.”

4. “Whatever you do, don’t fall asleep.”

5. “Because you liked my poem. Only I didn’t write it. Someone else did it.”

6. “I can smell your filthy soul.” @talia-rumlow

7. “It’s the water! Wherever you are, don’t drink the water.”

8. “No, I’m the real thing.”

9. “Can you imagine what happens to us after death? Be doubtful.”

10. “Sometimes hatred can even give unbelievable power to people”

11. “Only pain and suffering will make you realize who you are.”

12. “I was born to breathe... But I wasn't breathing just because I was born.”

13. “Why not kill? Everyone has their issues.” @fluffyprettykitty

14. “Delusion is a lie that tells a truth.”

15. “There's something more to this place. Our cell phone don't work. Neither does the T.V. Or radio. We're isolated.”

16. “This is a secret operation. No one should know, neither you.”

17. “Oh, great. Valium. Not only will we be able to go to sleep, if we get attacked in the middle of the night, we won’t even care.”

18. “I’ll see you soon.”

19. "That woman deserves her revenge...And we deserve to die."

20. “You know, I may have never liked you. Point of fact, I despise you. But that shouldn’t suggest I don’t respect you.”

21. “Welcome to the witching hour.”

22. “Okay, here's your motivation. You're lost, you're angry in the woods, and no one is here to help you.”

23. “You're so much smaller than I remember.”

24. “I ought to drag you out there and FEED you to those things!”

25. “Live or die, make your choice.” @crushedbyhyperbole

#Annie’s 1K Kitties Writing Challenge #Annie’s1KKittiesWritingChallenge #writing challenge #writingchallenge #marvel writing challenge #marvelwritingchallenge

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matenrou-fan · 1 year

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Hello! I can request a female reader x jakurai fic or hc (NSFW or not) with a reader who pampers him very gently and he accepts without complaining.

Cosas como besarle la parte interna de los muslos durante el sexo para mostrar tu afecto y provocar gemidos, sentarte sobre él mientras le das muchos besos en el cuello y él solo se ríe, u obligarlo a acostarse encima de ti mientras lo sostienes con una mano. detrás de su espalda. y le acaricias el pelo para que se duerma.

Lo siento si no se entiende bien! El inglés no es mi idioma nativo, pero me encanta la forma en que representas a los chicos hipnóticos. ¡Constantemente abro tumblr solo para leerte!

¡Gracias por tomarse el tiempo de leer y que tenga un buen día!

Jakurai with fem! s/o who pampers him a lot

Ahhh thank you, darling!!! <3 you're so kind ahhh!!! ♡ ♡ ♡

femreader, oral (giving), praising;;

NSFW UNDER THE CUT

;MINORS DNI;

-Jakurai is always ready to serve humanity, it's his credo, his lifestyle. There's nothing strange when a doctor decides to devote his life to such a higher purpose, showering everyone around him in care.

-Yet sometimes even someone so avuncular and generous as him needed to have his own time to relax, to just close eyes and enjoy taking care, not giving.

-And here you are, always ready to provide him with such attention, letting him push away his hard work and all tough responsibilities.

-It's so easy to forget about any problems when you sit on your knees in front of him, tickling his inner thighs with your lips, fingers so gently caressing his slowly hardening dick.. Jakurai never thought someone would be capable of bringing such strong goosebumps on his body with just a few touches.

-And when you start kissing his balls, slowly raising your head higher, leaving a wet line on his sensitive skin and ending with a long, passionate kiss on his glans.. It's something.

"Mm.. darling, if you continue like that, then I'm afraid I will finish too early, even before we will move on to something more interesting…" - your lover mumble under his breath, stroking your head gently. - "After all, I want you to have something for yourself too.."

"Playing with you like that is already enough for me, dear.." - you chuckled before starting drawing circles on the tip of his dick with your tongue, still looking in Jakurai's eyes. Oh, just how much his soul trembles under such a gaze from you..!

-Actually, he really loves physical contact, and the fact that you're always willing to hug him during sex is warming his heart very much. For him, such intimate moments with you are a fusion of souls and sincere love in the first place, and only then a wild passion.

-So, hold his hand, cup his face, pat his hair or just stroke his body a little with your fingertips, Jakurai loves it. As a really gentle lover, he wants you both to feel the maximum of each other's bodies, also hugging your waist back, his large hands grasp your hips so needy..

-There's no else on this planet beside you to whom he would show this side of him, a needy and desperate one. Always collected, wrapped in his gorgeous aura of a mystery gentleman to everyone around, yet for you he's so obedient and soft, waiting with small sparkles of hope in his eyes for more of your actions.

-Oh, and if along your touches there would be some praise, even a light one, that's it, we're losing him.

"Jakurai, dear.. Relax, relax, you're deserve it.." - whispering right in his ear, you slowly move your hips up and down, enjoying how his dick twitching inside you. - "You're such a good worker, so attentive to everyone around you.. It's time to get your reward, you deserve it.."

There's no answer to you coo, as Jakurai can't even form a response, smiling softly at your words and amuse you with his shaky deep groans.

-Adore it if you will give him some light massage after an especially tough shift in hospital.. but you're so devilish, starting with such casual light strokes on his back, yet he can feel how your arms get closer to his hips, titillate his mind. Just when he gets so easily to arouse? Or is it not him, but you and your caring heart that always makes your lover lose his mind?

-Not really a fan of hickeys, yet if you leave a few gentle soft kisses on his neck while sitting on his laps as he sinks his dick deep inside you, Jakurai would literally melt.

"S/o.. Come here.." - he slowly touched your chin, making you look up at him and pressing his lips to yours. - "Mm.. I love you so much, my dear.."

#hypmic x reader #hypmic imagines #hypmic #hypnosis mic #hypmic smut #jakurai jinguji x reader #hypnosis mic jakurai #hypmic jakurai #jakurai x reader #jakurai jinguji #jakurai smut #Jakurai Jinguji smut

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treeofliferpg · 10 months

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Ideas de rol: Dark soulmates

Recordamos que el siguiente texto no ha sido redactado por el staff de ToL, solo lo hemos traducido para que pueda llegar a más personas. La autoría pertenece a @creativepromptsforwriting. Podéis leer el post original en su tumblr así como en nuestro tumblr bajo la etiqueta “idioma original”.

Se supone que las almas gemelas viven y mueren juntas. Eso significa que tan pronto como las almas gemelas se miran, sus almas se entrelazan, de modo que si una muere, la otra también lo hace. Se ha vuelto bastante común contratar a personas que se especializan en encontrar tu alma gemela y matarla, para que nunca te la encuentren al azar y te arriesguen a morir por "su culpa".

Las palabras pueden escribirse en el cuerpo del otro, pero cada letra aparece como una herida, dejando cicatrices desagradables que no desaparecen.

Estar lejos de tu alma gemela provocará un dolor insoportable, si se distancian demasiado, ambas almas gemelas morirán.

Las almas gemelas sufren las mismas lesiones, por lo que no es raro ver a personas perfectamente sanas colapsar repentinamente con heridas graves, cuando sus almas gemelas tienen accidentes.

El concepto de un alma gemela como pareja romántica era un cuento de hadas. En este mundo compartes alma con tu peor enemigo, teniendo que luchar por tu vida y el derecho a tu alma.

Las personas que no encuentran a su alma gemela a cierta edad, empiezan a marchitarse como las flores, al no poder vivir una vida sin la otra mitad de su alma.

Las almas gemelas sienten el dolor del otro y los criminales usan esto para torturar a dos personas a la vez.

Cada toque de tu alma gemela dejará una huella en tu cuerpo, pero todos pueden ver claramente si lo hizo de manera amorosa o si tu alma gemela te causó daño. La gente te compadece cuando ven las huellas en tu cuerpo.

A partir de los 18 años, las personas dejarán de envejecer hasta que encuentren a su alma gemela con quien envejecer. Mucha gente no quiere renunciar a la posible inmortalidad y contratan sicarios para deshacerse de sus almas gemelas.

Enfermedad de Hanahaki: si tu amor no es correspondido, las flores comienzan a crecer dentro de tu cuerpo, asfixiándote por dentro. La extirpación quirúrgica es peligrosa y te estás muriendo sin el amor de tu alma gemela.

Más: Soulmates AUs | Prompts de almas gemelas

#ideas de rol #almas gemelas #dark soulmates #tol #spanish rpg #rpg español #foro de rol #rol en foro

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sillysadduck · 1 year

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No pues. Hola. Perdón si tú idioma original es inglés, es que me re cuesta últimamente hablar inglés JAJSJAJ nomás quería decir que ay dios dibujas bien bonito me encanta tu estilo no puedo :0 y cómo encontré tu Tumblr pues. Te quería venir a decir KAKSKA. Also, que si podía ver si tenías AU's? De dhmis? Es que. Cómo soy nuevo aquí en tu cuenta no he podido ver bien JEJAJSJA.

HOLA!! :D No hay problema, me hace feliz tener seguidores que hablen en español.

Bueno, solía tener AU's pero casi ninguna está publicada, sólo he posteado más que nada de uno donde todos los personajes son del género opuesto perooo no sé si cuenta :']

Criaturas.

Luego también tengo un AU donde todos son humanos, si es que ese tipo de cosa cuenta porque creo que es como un universo aparte también isnt it. También he publicado sobre un AU donde el Yellow con baterías reemplaza al real, y Duck y Red no quieren saber nada porque ellos prefieren al suyo :( creo que esas son las únicas que he publicado hasta ahora!!

Me alegra que te guste mi estilo :""D♡

ENG: anon asked if I have any AU's and I told them I've only posted about a Human AU, a genderswap AU but I dont know if those two count, and then a Charged!Yellow AU where he replaced the low battery one, nothing else for now.

#don't hug me i'm scared #dhmis #yellow guy #red guy #yellow guy dhmis #red guy dhmis #duck dhmis #dhmis fanart #my art #asks

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peachesofteal · 7 months

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Es la primera vez que escribo un mensaje aquí en tumblr pero no puedo evitar decirte que me encanta tu blog y me encantan tus historias.✨️

Tienes una forma de escribir que me encanta, también me encanta Dead Disco y sus au's, al principio no me identificaba con Darling pero ahora que leí todas las historias y las analicé puedo decir que me identifico con Darling, ahora Siento que si estuviera en esa situación también sentiría lo mismo.

Perdón por el inglés, es mi segundo idioma. Te amo a ti y a tus historias de duraznos, gracias por crear obras de arte💖.

Muchas gracias por escribirme! Estoy muy feliz de que estés disfrutando de Dead Disco. Hay un pedacito de Darling en todos nosotros y lo entiendo totalmente en relación con esos pedacitos. Siempre es muy especial para mí cuando alguien me dice que le gusta la historia o se identifica con el personaje. Eres tan dulce y amable, te lo agradezco 🩵

#peaches asks

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atomicageboi · 8 months

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BUSCAROL - Un server para la comunidad rp en español

¿Buscas partner en discord? ¿Quieres promocionar tu grupal de rp en discord? ¿Quieres aprender a rolear en la plataforma? ¿Quieres compartir tus propias creaciones para el rol? ¿O simplemente quieres pasar el rato? ¡Lo puedes encontrar aquí! Un servidor hecho para la comunidad rolera en español para discord (e incluso otras plataformas como tumblr o foros). Somos un servidor hecho principalmente para encontrar gente que rolea en nuestro idioma debido a lo difícil que es la búsqueda en esa plataforma.

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#rp español #rp hispano #discord rp #rol en español #rol en foro #rol independiente

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thisgirlnamedblusy · 11 months

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Holi, espero que estés bien. Si quieres, claro ¿Podrías hacer que Marylin (laurel) y reader tuvieran una relación pero se termina porque te enteras de su plan de acabar con los excluidos, después de unos días ella te vea salir con alguien más y aún no acepte su rompimiento?

Hola!!! Eres la primera persona que me escribe en mi idioma natal, y eso mola mucho!!! Yo en Tumblr escribo en inglés para que todo el mundo pueda leerlo, pero si prefieres leerlo en español, puedes hacerlo AQUÍ. Muchas gracias por tu petición!! Espero que te guste!!! Cuídate mucho!!! :)

Translated request:

Hello, I hope you are well. If you want, of course, could you make Marylin (laurel) and reader have a relationship but it ends because you find out about her plan to finish the outcasts, after a few days she sees you dating someone else and she doesn't accept your breakup?

You can't hate me

Pairing: Marilyn Thornhill/ Laurel Gates x Fem, Teacher! Reader

Warnings: Angst love

Word count: 2,890

Summary: You know her, and she is not a murderer, she is your girlfriend, you have to be wrong, or so it’s that you like to think…

N/A: Requests are open!! Sorry if there is some delay answering them, work is an awful shit :( But I’m working every day on your requests to write them asap!!! Sorry about the language mistakes. I love you all!!!

“A house?” You asked amused, not believing your girlfriend's words at all.

Everything in Nevermore was beginning to be disturbing. A monster in the woods, a student in a coma, cover-ups...

At least you had her, you had Marilyn. She was the most innocent of your companions, a tender, sweet and affectionate woman. It didn't take much for you to love her, because she earned it every day. You were convinced that she was probably the woman you had been looking for for so long. You even declined an invitation to have dinner with a girl from the village who was apparently quite well known for her beauty.

You and Marilyn were walking around the academy when she unexpectedly told you that she had bought a house in that town.

“Yes, it was a real bargain. Although it is abandoned... Do you know the path that leads to the academy from Pilgrim World?” The redhead told you, with hope on her face. She told you that one day you would leave Nevermore and start a real life together, but you didn't think it would be so soon. The commitment was a little scary to you.

“Yes, I know… But there's only the old Gates mansion and… Wait.” You stopped walking, surprised by what you thought that meant. “Have you bought the Gates mansion?”

“Exactly,” she answered, sighing. “It had been abandoned for years, and it was reduced.”

“Uhh, just thinking about it gives me chills. Surely you don't know what happened to that family, right?” You said, creating a terrifying atmosphere. She looked away and made a strange face for a second.

“Well, I've heard some rumors. They didn't have much luck,” she told you, with a somehow broken tone, “sorry, such tragic stories make me sad.”

“That's because you're human, Marilyn. But don't feel sorry for them, they deserved it,” you said, taking her hand affectionately. The redhead nodded and faked a smile.

“Do you think someone deserves to die just for doing what they think is the right thing?” She asked, causing you to widen your eyes. You didn't used to talk about such philosophical things.

“Uoh, uoh, put the brakes on Socrates. I think I'm not ready for that kind of moral debates,” you said joking. “But what I am sure of is that if the right thing to do was to annihilate a group of people for a certain reason, they must not have been very right in the head…”

Marilyn looked at you and her expression relaxed, nodding slightly.

“You're right, (Y/N)…” She said with an almost inaudible voice. “I was wondering if you'd like to come with me to take a look at the house. You see, I want to reform it so that I can call it “home” one day.”

“Well, even though it's scary, it's probably much better than the rooms here, surely when I get out of here I'll need a good chiropractor,” you said jokingly, placing a hand on your back.

“It's just that the bed is too small for both of us…” she said, following your joke.

“I don't think that's why it is, I also like to sleep on the edge.”

Marilyn gave an adorable laugh and squeezed your hand hard.

“Will you accompany me tonight? The truth is that the place makes my hair stand on end,”she told you with some fear in her voice.

“Okay, but if the monster comes I'll run until I get to New York,” you said sarcastically.

You weren't some superhuman creature like a vampire, or a werewolf, you just had visions from time to time. If you had to face that horrible monster, you would have nothing to do.

The mansion doors creaked in a chilling manner. You couldn't help but look around. Now the house belonged to the nicest woman you knew, but something about that place gave you a bad feeling, and you were pretty good with forebodings.

“It looks like the Amityville house,” you said, contemplating the huge house that rose in the dark. The redhead laughed. Strangely she was very calm, and you knew her well enough to know that Marilyn wasn't exactly brave, or that she liked those kinds of places. You thought that anyone who bought a house should feel the same, after all it was hers, and with a little work, surely she managed to eliminate that terrifying aura that surrounded it.

“Don't worry, (Y/N). No one has died here, or at least that's what the real estate agent told me,” she told you, reassuring you while she put the key in the lock.

“It's still scary…” You muttered, glancing at the overgrown garden that surrounded the house. Marilyn looked at you and kissed you tenderly, running a hand over your cheek.

“Don't be afraid, honey, you're with me…” She whispered to you. You nodded, not quite sure that was any real comfort.

When the door opened, you peeked out timidly. Inside it was even worse. Your hands began to sweat, a sign that something was wrong. You swallowed and followed the redhead into the house. That there was electricity was clearly a plus. It was still a dark house, but at least it wasn't so dark.

“It's quite big,” you commented, looking at every detail.

“Of course, it is,” Marilyn said. “Too big for just one person.” Saying that, she winked at you and kept walking, entering what looked like an office. You smiled. Of course she was meaning what you thought she was meaning.

“That will have to be discussed, right?” You asked amused. She shook her head.

“When it's reformed you'll see that there's nothing to talk about,” she joked. “I need you to wait here for a moment. I have to check something in the garage.”

“Are you going to leave me here alone?” You asked scared. She shrugged her shoulders.

“I have read that this type of environment is ideal for rats. If you want to come with me….”

Rats terrified you. They were your worst phobia. You were definitely better off in that old office.

“Okay, okay, okay, I'd rather stay,” you said with a disgusted face.

“I thought so. If it's clear I'll come for you. I'm sure you like the car left behind by the previous owners.”

You nodded, as Marilyn grabbed what looked like some kind of rodent poison and headed out the door.

You sighed, trying not to get nervous. The office was intact, save for the obvious passage of time. On the wall was a large portrait of a family, the Gates, no doubt.

“I hope you don't mind that I'm here… Bunch of fanatics,” you hissed, remembering the terrible plan that family had for people like you.

There was something in that painting that looked familiar to you, but you didn't know what. You moved a little closer to take a closer look, and reached out your hand to brush away the cobwebs. Suddenly a dizziness shook your body, and you had an all too familiar feeling. Your legs wobbled and you fell to the ground, ready to receive a vision that surely would not be pleasant.

“Kill them all… Be a man!”

“She's too young, Ansel, you shouldn't talk to her like that….”

“Laurel is old enough to know that outcasts are scum….”

“Mom… Why has Garrett gone to heaven? Was he not happy with us?”

“Enough, Ansel! I have already lost a son…I don't want to lose our daughter too!”

“Don't tell me what to do! You are a coward, incapable of realizing that our son was murdered by those monsters, and they have to pay for it….”

“Oh, fuck!” You yelled as you opened your eyes. You were there, lying on the ground, and you had just had a rather disturbing vision. It was the Gates family, no doubt. Those horrible memories were accompanied by images, images of the monster, of the terrifying family, of Joseph Crackstone…. The last of them was a bookcase, which seemed to be in that same house.

“Shit, I knew it wasn't a good idea to come here…” You said getting up from the ground with somewhat blurred vision. “My goodness…”

Your eyes cleared and you leaned against a nearby table, trying to forget that horrible sight. But the problems were only beginning. The dim light in the office began to flicker.

“Oh no, what now?” You asked, looking for Marilyn with your eyes. Soon it was pitch black. The light that saved you from dying of terror disappeared. You immediately took out your phone and turned on the flashlight.

“Marilyn?” You asked on the air. There was no answer.

Your phone vibrated, making you jump in the air.

“(Y/N)?”

“Oh, thank God…” You sighed with relief when you heard your girlfriend's voice. “I'm in the dark.”

“I know. The fuse blew. You have to turn it on again.”

“Okay…Tell me where it is," you said, pointing the light towards the door.

“Leave the office and right in front you will find the library, on the wall at the back is the fuse box.”

“Okay, okay, here I go.”

You hung up the phone and left the office, trying to calm yourself down.

“Okay, okay, in front, it must be here,” you said to yourself. You entered the room, checking that at the end of it, there was the fuse box. You reached over and opened it, carefully lifting the switch. The power came back on and your heart rate returned to normal. You quickly searched for the light in that room and when you turned it on, you leaned against the wall, closing your eyes.

“Come on, (Y/N), you're 25 years old, you can't be such a coward,” you chided yourself. You pulled away and looked around you. You soon realized that there was something there that you had already seen. The bookshelf from your vision was in front of you.

Your curiosity was your weakness, and you went to the furniture observing every detail. It couldn't be a coincidence. Your visions were never a coincidence. You didn't see anything unusual at first, but a closer look made you realize something important.

“Why isn't there dust here?” You asked, looking at an ornament on the wood. It was evident that someone had touched it, as its twin on the other side was covered in the same layer of dust than the rest of the house.

Your instinct made you take your hand to that ornament, and as soon as you put it on it, it sank and the books that were there moved, as if they were a secret door.

What was behind that mechanism made your hair stand on end. It was an altar, but not just any, it was one dedicated to Joseph Crackstone.

“Disturbing...” You said, reaching your hand towards one of the candles that had been placed there. “This candle…”

A vision invaded your mind, but not so intense as to make you faint.

“No, it can't be…” You sighed, upset.

What you saw was something impossible. Marilyn, your dear Marilyn was there, lighting the candles and looking with great devotion at the image of that pilgrim. It didn't take you long to remember all the strange phrases the redhead had once said and the circumstances themselves, for a terrifying revelation to appear in your mind.

“She is… She is Laurel Gates,” you whispered, scared. In some way that you couldn't explain, you knew, but you had nothing to make you really think about it. You thought that this time your intuition was wrong, until that moment.

Marilyn was your girlfriend, you loved her, you loved her very much. Worse was not who she claimed to be. She was part of the most hated family at Nevermore, of the bigots who tried to kill all people like you. You couldn't tell her anything, you didn't dare. What you were also sure of is that you couldn't continue with her, your principles prevented you from doing so. The Gates were murderers, hate killed them all, and Laurel was probably up to no good.

You had to run away from there, and save your next move for later, or never.

Some days later…

“Okay, we'll see you there,” you said before hanging up the phone.

The following days were horrible. You decided on the strategy of ignorance. She was looking for you, she was calling you. But you didn't answer. Avoiding her was difficult, but she seemed to give up after a while. You never talked to her. You hadn't even officially broken up. Silence became your best ally, and your next step was to try to forget everything you felt for her.

That girl you turned down seemed receptive to meeting you. You didn't want to use anyone to forget, but starting to meet people was a good first step.

You made it to the cafeteria, still thinking about Laurel. She might be a Gates, but she was still the woman you were in love with. If you weren't distracted, you would end up going crazy, or falling into her intolerant arms.

“Hi, (Y/N), I'm glad you decided to go out with me,” that girl said. You just nodded, calling the waiter.

To your dismay, Laurel walked in there too and fixed her eyes on you, looking surprised and clearly angry. That made things very complicated. The redhead seemed to ignore you and she went to the counter.

“Hey, why did you change your mind? I thought you had a girlfriend.”

You turned, snapping out of your thoughts.

“Oh, well… Not anymore.”

You didn't talk much. When the tea arrived at your table you used it so you didn't have to say a word. You were in love with Laurel, and that couldn't change that fast.

“Are you alright?” The girl asked. You shook your head.

A little dizziness, followed by a terrible fatigue suddenly hit you. Your vision became blurry, and it didn't seem like any trance. You made a feint to get up from the table, but you fell to the ground with a crash. You couldn't make out the voices you heard before everything went black.

Your eyelids were heavy, but you began to feel conscious, taking in a familiar smell of dust and abandonment in your nose. You tried to move, but something in your wrists prevented you. You were tied up

You were able to open your eyes and you found yourself in what seemed to be a little boy's room, or a girl's in this case. The atmosphere was familiar. You were at the Gates mansion, and you weren't alone.

“Finally you wake up…” A familiar voice said.

Your vision cleared and your worst fears were confirmed. Marilyn, or Laurel, was sitting up in bed, looking at you with a disturbing expression.

“What are you doing? What have you done to me?” You asked, trying to get out of your bonds.

“Calm down, I just want to talk,” she said, her voice too relaxed.

“Well, I don't want to talk to you, Laurel. Yes, I know everything, I know who you are, and be thankful that I didn't want to find out what you're up to,” you said furiously.

“Honey... I'm the same woman as always...”

“No, that's not true. Since you were a little girl, you were raised to hate the marginalized… To hate us…”

“You are not like them, (Y/N). You are my girlfriend, and I love you,” she said, caressing your cheek. You moved violently.

“We're not girlfriends anymore, Laurel. I could never be with you. You are just like your family, just like Joseph Crackstone.”

“You and me know that this is not true.”

You shook your head, giving up. You couldn't let go of the bonds.

“Wait until I let go. Because I'm going to throw all the Jericho police on you,” you hissed, with tears in your eyes.

“You won't do anything. You love me. You would never do something like that,” she told you, running her hand through your hair.

“You're wrong.”

“You think so? Let's check it,” she said, taking a knife from the table. You stared at her in horror, until Laurel began to cut your bonds. You sighed as you felt free and rubbed your wrists. “Go ahead, (Y/N), go hand me over to the police. I promise I won't move from here.”

Her tone of voice was childish and wicked. You were determined to do it, but when you got out of bed, your feelings attacked you mercilessly. Happy memories of your relationship came to your mind, to make you feel weak and powerless. You couldn't hurt her. She was right.

“Come on, (Y/N). You are free,” she insisted.

Tears slipped down your cheeks as you turned to look at her. She got up and approached you with painful slowness. You grabbed her waist and tucked a lock of hair behind her ear.

“You should be locked up…” you whispered, leaning your forehead against hers.

“But you don't want that...”

You didn't answer. You just leaned in to kiss her. It was an evil kiss that you knew was wrong. She was your enemy, but you couldn't help but love her, and want to live together in that house, whatever the consequences were.

#marilyn thornhill #marilyn thornhill x reader #wednesday #laurel gates #ms thornhill #oneshot

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